Into The Fire: An Orphan X Novel Novels & Stories

He waited at the ruin’s edge. No scent. No sound. Just hollow eyes. “Who are you?” I asked. He didn’t answer. He only held out a mirror. I saw myself. A stranger with cracked skin, white flames leaking from her mouth. “I remember you,” he whispered. The Oracle Pack refused allegiance. I gave them one night. They used it to summon fire. Old fire. God-fire. We met at the lake of salt. Their Alpha called me cursed. I burned their banners. Their wolves trembled. The fire chose me. Again.

She gives him gifts along with a letter on her birthday he always accepts them without looking and just dumps them in his store room, where they store waste papers and useless things. She knew that he never ever opened a letter of her coz if he did he wouldn't have been this cold to her. Days passed and one day a beautiful girl got transferred into their class. Daphne, pure, innocent, lively and lovely at the same time that is complete opposite of Medusa maybe that's why they clicked and in just a few months they have become best friends.

"Look around you. You are surrounded, so just drop the damn gun. You of all people should know that this guns aren't ordinary guns, it's bullets are dipped in wolf venom. If you do not want us to harm her, just drop the gun" Before Tornado could make any move, the shot him straight in the heart which tore a scream from me. One of the guys lifted me and placed me on his shoulder. Even from my position upside down, I saw them pour what looked like fuel round the house, that was when it dawned on me what is about to happen and what I've done to people around me. I kept my eyes on Tornado who was still struggling with the venom in his heart as I was carried away.

Gold would do to this, Gold wouldn't do that, Gold doesn't like this, Gold likes that. They kill a part of him even before he has the chance to try it. "But just like a phoenix, I am reborn again..." He rises from the ashes. The exact same thing people burn is where he'll come back. This time, stronger and better. This time, he rejects to care about what they think will suit him. This is his life. Another symbolism of fire is judgment. "I love my fans, I really do." He didn't prepare a speech. He's just speaking things that enter his mind. It doesn't have an order.

Some parts of the edges were smoothly scraped while other parts were left disfigured. I stepped into the entrance, and then I saw another entrance without a door. Instantly, I knew that was where the voices came from so I slowly unsheathed my dagger to avoid making a sound. Moving close enough to the entrance, I realized that Thalia’s letter had saved me from a lot of trouble. She was trying to tell me an easier way of getting into King Iris palace without following the normal way where I’d have to fight with hundreds of Soldiers. The opportunity has come. A chance to set things in place and bring an end to the bloodshed. I make a move through the entrance, and more candle lights welcomed me

But this time, the hum was different. This time, it wasn’t just the fire I couldn’t stop thinking about. It was her. Ofelia Rosario. All fierce protectiveness and smoke-streaked sass. Even half-dazed, she’d had the presence of mind to bargain for her cat’s safety like it was non-negotiable. Most people in a fire just wanted out. She’d wanted Spitfire out first. The cat had claws, sure—but that girl had teeth. She wasn’t a civilian I’d forget in a day. Not by a long shot.

I knew that was a silly question because I had seen with my own eyes that it had changed form, but I just didn't expect it. "Titans are magical beasts who can shift into a semi-human form." Elijah suddenly promised me that I felt a little shame—no, a big shame. "Oh, I see," I responded shyly and kept quiet. Step back, I will now summon the relic. Faris said that's why we retreated. He just stood there in the middle of the lava, regardless of the heat. I noticed that he was suddenly surrounded by golden dust, just like the tree in my room. Wyst'ria, the benevolent land of the gods. The fireth within thee, raging and untamed. From the power within my soul, I hereby summon the relic of fireth.

she said firmly, her voice taking a chastising tone. "No, this is exactly the time," I interjected stubbornly. "I saw fire today. Once you light a fire, it has to burn and it doesn't care if this is the time or place. Fire either burns brightly or it fizzles into nothingness and smoke. Without the fire, there is no light. So, are you two burning or fizzling?" I demanded. I wanted an answer. Andrew looked at me, and I shrugged. I might be confused from the drugs, but it had sounded poetic in my head.

Ruby read and was belwirded by each and every word, and she turned the pages, reading and processing every single word. After the Flames extinction, a prophecy was predicted that when the time is right. A Flame will rise from the ashes, A Hybrid, a flame and werewolf, born from a human bloodline. A Queen to both Witches and Werewolves. The Last Flame in existence shall rise and be reunited with her Ignis for they shall lead the wolves and the witches. Like a true King and Queen. She stopped reading and looked at the ceiling in amazement, "I am a freaking Queen?"

Whisper appeared to bask in their surprise, enjoying the moment of shocking them into silence. ‘Burn them,’ Whisper said. ‘Burn them now.’ When the flames finally feasted upon them, Mathilda appeared next to Faye. She was crying, watching her daughter burn. Faye wished for nothing more in that moment, than to be able to hold her and comfort her. What agony was she enduring, watching her daughter being fed to the flames? ‘Mathilda, I wish I could take your pain away,’ Faye said. ‘Forgive us…’ Silently, Mathilda faded away into the night.